When Breakfast Becomes a Garden Hack
You know, it started with my morning scramble. I was standing over the sink one spring morning, rinsing out eggshells like I’ve done for years. A little habit I picked up from my grandmother — she’d always save them in a coffee can on the windowsill. She’d say, “That’s calcium gold, honey.” I never questioned her wisdom. But lately, I’ve taken it one step further: I started hanging those eggshells in my garden. Literally. Now, before you give me that side-eye — I promise, there’s a method to the madness. Those delicate shells are more than just kitchen scraps. They’re …










